For those of you who have stumbled across this post from determinedly googling left-handed people and is on the 10th or 11th 'o' of the search results, you'd probably think that my answer is implied. My defense, however, is that the question was thrown by a friend in an attempt to understand what I really wanted to become- a schizophrenic.
I'm just kidding. I think.
Let me back up a little & tell you, my non-existent readers, about myself. I know this isn't the right time to read something about a non-existent person talking about himself, as if you're not getting enough of that from strangers on social media already, but something made me wanna type this post (I'm guessing the coffee) today & I figured it's time to go back to blogging, which I really love doing back in college, to maybe leave a forever mark on this universe for my own and my grandchildren to read in 50 years, given that this platform, & maybe the internet (& maybe the 75-year old me), still exist.
The name is Allan Aldrinne Leyva. You'd probably seen or heard my name from people who are incarcerated or are working as prison guards. Okay, this time I know for sure I'm joking. I'm just your average 25-year old nobody with a laptop & internet connection living alone in a tiny studio apartment situated in the peaceful part of middle class Manila, Philippines. I say middle class cause I'm part of the billions of employees who can afford luxury in an hour or two, then end up mostly stuck in a dead end job that people pretend to be passionate about. This is the new Filipino dream indeed.
Dark comedy aside, I'm one of those people who have a luggage of dreams but do not have the money or the time to follow a specific one. But I'm optimistic, which is quite an irony given the content of this post, & would somehow become a famous singer-songwriter someday, or an architect, or a book author, or an actor, or just someone who has a lot of money & content. For short, to have the life I need to have, & have this recorded somewhere, which is this blog.
Maybe I decided to write about my life because this is the only thing I know, other than to keep me sane. This would somehow be proof in the future that I'm just a simple young guy with a complex mind trying to become a somebody. This blog would become a record of my triumphs & losses, struggles & shortcomings, life lessons & epiphanies, fully wrapped in light rantings & grammar lapses. You might probably end up here too- as a friend or an enemy, or somewhere in between.
I guess we all just wanted to make a mark in this universe, regardless of how deep it would be. Probably mine would be shallow, but at least you would get an insight of this optimistic guy who chases his dreams without any money to spend or shortcuts to take. I may fail miserably in this life, but it doesn't mean I don't get to say something. We have freedom of speech for a reason.
This is the part where I say thank you & apologize in advance for having to keep up with me from the day you'll discover this blog out of boredom or curiosity until the time I publish my last post (this could be it, but we'll see). I know I'm full of maybe's, but that's what would push me to become someone in the future. It's even motivational in writing, actually.
I would like to live, than to simply exist. Let's see how this goes, shall we?
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